Flairé: We’re going to go now, Yoeath. Unless you want to stay longer? (Leslie: Ummm… shrug?) We’re going to meet my sister and get some food. You know!
Yoeath: Get along with you then, Zelaré.
Leslie: Ummm… I thought your name was Flairé?
Flairé: Well, most people call me the son of my father. But she’s friends with my mother, so she calls me the son of my mother.
Leslie: Ohhhh…
Flairé: Bit awkward that my little brother calls himself Marteth Hciristial Zelaré, though…
Leslie: ?
…Confused yet? : P
Well, it’s not important anyway. As you can probably tell, Leslie already knows a good deal about kalmaeirin naming conventions due to hanging around me a lot. o_O7